.We're pitted between the wall of a soaked stadium and the high of a smoked Saturday. One A.M. and rules no longer apply. My vision of the uprights is divided in two by the wooden bench which is acting as a bed. Sleep is a hundred yards away as raindrops cascade my face. Lying in puddles, daydreaming.
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